To Constantia, Singing Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: AABABCDCDD AEFEFBBBGBGG AFFFFHIHFIFF JKLKLBCBMCMM| I | A |
| Thus to be lost and thus to sink and die | A |
| Perchance were death indeed Constantia turn | B |
| In thy dark eyes a power like light doth lie | A |
| Even though the sounds which were thy voice which burn | B |
| Between thy lips are laid to sleep | C |
| Within thy breath and on thy hair like odour it is yet | D |
| And from thy touch like fire doth leap | C |
| Even while I write my burning cheeks are wet | D |
| Alas that the torn heart can bleed but not forget | D |
| - | |
| II | A |
| A breathless awe like the swift change | E |
| Unseen but felt in youthful slumbers | F |
| Wild sweet but uncommunicably strange | E |
| Thou breathest now in fast ascending numbers | F |
| The cope of heaven seems rent and cloven | B |
| By the enchantment of thy strain | B |
| And on my shoulders wings are woven | B |
| To follow its sublime career | G |
| Beyond the mighty moons that wane | B |
| Upon the verge of Nature's utmost sphere | G |
| Till the world s shadowy walls are past and disappear | G |
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| III | A |
| Her voice is hovering o er my soul it lingers | F |
| O ershadowing it with soft and lulling wings | F |
| The blood and life within those snowy fingers | F |
| Teach witchcraft to the instrumental strings | F |
| My brain is wild my breath comes quick | H |
| The blood is listening in my frame | I |
| And thronging shadows fast and thick | H |
| Fall on my overflowing eyes | F |
| My heart is quivering like a flame | I |
| As morning dew that in the sunbeam dies | F |
| I am dissolved in these consuming ecstasies | F |
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| IV | J |
| I have no life Constantia now but thee | K |
| Whilst like the world surrounding air thy song | L |
| Flows on and fills all things with melody | K |
| Now is thy voice a tempest swift and strong | L |
| On which like one in trance upborne | B |
| Secure o'er rocks and waves I sweep | C |
| Rejoicing like a cloud of morn | B |
| Now 'tis the breath of summer night | M |
| Which when the starry waters sleep | C |
| Round western isles with incense blossoms bright | M |
| Lingering suspends my soul in its voluptuous flight | M |
Percy Bysshe Shelley
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